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Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I was breathing slowly and evenly, completely knocked out after the marathon of that raw rough sex with those long massive cocks I took in the night. And Kai on the other hand just lay down in the fresh bed he made him self after taken off the cum socked one, but he was still unable to find real peace this night. He tossed and turned, the images of the night replaying relentlessly in his mind, the hot raw rough sex together with all my loud moans, and the way my pussy always stretched around the stranger’s longer cock, how I had even begged and screamed while being double-penetrated, how I was praising the stranger’s long cock and still asking for more of it and how I had squeezed my own tit

Drey came with a grunt, spilling and coating her walls with his semen. The door to the balcony got tugged open and quickly they scrambled apart, with Emma yanking her shorts on quickly pretending as if she hadn't just gotten the best fuck of her life.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

She slammed into me harder, the thick cock pounding my G-spot with every thrust. “Then fucking cum,” she snarled. “Cum all over this cock like the dirty little girl you are.” My orgasm exploded through me so violently I screamed, my entire body shaking as I squirted all over her stomach and the strap-on. Vesper groaned in satisfaction, still fucking me through my orgasm, chasing her own pleasure by grinding the base of the dildo against her clit. She buried her face in my neck as she came, moaning my name like a prayer. We stayed locked together, both of us panting and trembling. This was basically the craziest sex I’d ever had and it wasn’t even with a real dick???

I swallowed every drop, milking him until he shuddered and pulled out. He thrust 3 of his fingers in me hard, filling me completely, and I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so tight, fuck," he groaned, hand on my tit, pinching my nipple through the dress. "Harder," I begged, the anger turning to pure need, my orgasm building fast. We stumbled out of the club and straight into the back seat of Xavier's car. The door slammed hard behind us and the driver pulled away without a word.

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio